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Fall

As fall begins its inexorable grip on earth, and I, Unhealthy thoughts again rise heavy to the fore Torturing the short-lived happiness of summer; gone. Ugly, dark, and god-forsaken days lay threateningly ahead; Melancholy deepens as each one all too slowly fades away. Nowhere to go inside me, or without; darkness will, I'm sure, prevail.

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